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Chapter 9- BEATRICE
Clunk. Cowgirl plunked his tray down next to me and slid onto the bench. It was a good thing Melanie wasn't here yet. I knew he'd told her, but I wasn't ready to find out just how much of it. For, now, I'd just have to deal with him, starting with whatever bizarre idea that was going through his head when he decided to sit next to me at lunch, at the table with all my minion soccer friends.
"What is your problem," I asked, turning to him.
"I think you're the one with the problem." My mouth flew open at this, and the girl across from me gasped. How dare he! "Beatrice," he said, and I cursed myself for staring at him, at his brownish, green eyes, "I have no idea why you're mad about what happened on the bus, because you're not the one who got choked and you're not the one who got punched in the nose. So if I did something to upset you, then I'm sorry. It wasn't on purpose. So next time you have a problem, just tell me, and we can sit down and talk about it, like civilized human beings. Okay?"
"Civilized?" I said, snorting. But in my head I respected him. He was bold, and I liked it. What are you saying, scolded myself. Then he rolled his eyes and got up.
"Are we straight in this?" he asked, breaking his sincere stare that just held your eyes and didn't let go. I glared at him, tilting my head upwards intimidatingly.
"Good," he said, even though I hadn't nodded, "then I'm glad we had this chance to get to know each other just a little bit better." I didn't stop glaring. And like that he was gone. That girl across from me spoke up.
"Kinda cute, don't you think?" she said. I snapped my head in her direction, making her change her words. "In a way that's not cute at all," she finished. I gave her a "that's better" look and glanced over my shoulder. There he was. If only he wasn't. Cute, I, mean. I wish it wasn't true, but I couldn't help thinking it. As I was staring at him laughing, I realized suddenly who he was laughing with.
I was going to kill her. She was twirling her hair and nudging Garret in the arm, all the while staring at the Cowgirl. My Cowgirl. I practically threw myself out of my seat, barging over there. I slammed my hands down onto the table, so hard her milk spilled all over her lunch. Serves her right.
Their laughing stopped. "Beatrice, my food!" she said, distraught.
"Oh, get over it. Besides, you don't need it. You eat like a pig," I said. Her jaw dropped. It was true; she did. And she was a stick. It just wasn't fair. I had to play soccer to stay in shape and she could flit around town doing who knows what, whenever she wanted.
"Hey, Beatrice. No need to take your anger towards me out on other people," Roy said. Typical. He thought this was all about him, which it was, but still.
"Oh, don't give yourself the satisfaction. This isn't about you," I said, turning to Melanie. "Consorting the enemy, are we now." I wanted to rip that smug look right off of her little face.
"I—" she started.
"You'll regret it." As I flounced back to my table, I took one look back and saw something that broke my poor little heart, maybe the only breakable thing about me. Roy ripping his sandwich down the middle and giving her the bigger half.
